My head is empty and full of white lies

My head is empty
and full of parslogical lies.

Conversations with my old self
hit a little different nowadays.
He seems to make lesser mistakes
with time,I sense a
better future ,laced with perfection
and good faith.

I pay homage
to the seasons that changed
the ways I thought of my life.

My head maybe empty ,
but it holds on its lice,
and the rain that...